I'M IN YOUR GRAVITY
If we were gods and goddesses,
But we are you are and so am I
and so is he and they
We are boundless swirls of D.N.A.,
Waves of energy play.
We bubble like ancient telephones,
All on the same exchange.
We send faxes without machines
Speak without words,
And God is in your coffee cup
Does she play dice she does, she does,
She plays and laughs at the tyranny
Of needs and musts.
If we were gods and goddess
We would flow like seas

DOOM GHOSTS
I am a witch
I heal dogs
and help the grass to grow
I speak to birds
And particularly owls
gather herbs on the full moon
and frighten patriarchs
I threaten those
who wish to market the universe
So they burn the competition
I have been burned nine million times
And I am still alive
She is the great goddess
She is the great goddess
She made the world
the life force in trees
and the rhythm of tides
that follow her bleeding
Once she was everywhere
men and women lived in her seasons
They loved where they would
With no priests robbing her blessings
What is she, mother goddess
She is trees, and seas
and rocks and fish
and horses foaling, hens laying
and the bliss of every leaf

WE WALK THE STREETS
- Gilli Smyth
We walked through the streets
as if they were snakes,
but their skins never fell,
and beneath gasped
the children of our antiquity,
the memory of our power.
We walked through the streets,
we walked through the streets,
like snakes with old scales,
glued to our nakedness
and tongues flicked
into the oily syrup of air.
The fear of vulnerability,
the vulnerability of fear
Ee walked through the streets
as if we had always done so,
and cold winds of forked tongues
licked screams upon our lobes,
perhaps our own
The streets walked through us,
and as we now gasped beneath
water from our eyes
washed our dead scales
and the curled bone
of a leather finger
pointed to a moth,
or perhaps the moon
as the naked shadows
of our indigina,
our indigina,
melted like alcohol
into the wind
The streets walked,
the streets walked,
and we rose off them like steam
to curl onward, to forget.
And shells whispered spirals
on the shores of our silence
as the moons around our heart
could be quiet no longer!
They called,
ullulated to their oceans,
rivers, puddles,
rains, clouds, blood,
like a lobsters death cry,
a planet cracking like an egg.
The sun cracked,
the galaxy cracked,
the universe scracked,
curling our fingers of steam,
with skins of leather,
into embryos and the streets ran,
and the streets ran!
shimmered, ran, shimmered,
coiled, shimmered, steamed,
into scales that fell
like crystal tears,
to shatter upon the earth,
and become the mist it once was
Father lies, mother cries, streetwise

BACK TO THE SEA
- Gilli Smyth
I remember ancient magics
that moved huge stones
and cured all illnesses.
I remember the boy
who became a bird,
the fish who walked out
of the sea as a woman,
giants, mermaids, sorcerers
and the waters of sight.
Back to the sea,
Back to the sea.